Poor Unfortunate Souls (For my Requestee
by Little Mermaid (Disney) · harmonica tab for C diatonic harmonica
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4 = blow hole 4-4 = draw hole 4’ = bend
I ad-mit that in the past I've been a nas-ty.
They were-n't kid-ding when they called me
well, a witch
But you'll find that now-a-days
I've men-ded all my ways
Re-pen-ted, seen the light, and made a switch,
And I for-tu-nate-ly know a lit-tle of mag-ic.
It's a tal-ent that I al-ways have pos-sessed.
And here late-ly please don't laugh
I use it on be-half
of the mis-er-a-ble lone-ly and de-pressed
pa-thet-ic,
CHORUS
Poor Un-for-tu-nate Souls,
In pain in need.
This one long-ing to be thin-ner
That one wants to get the girl.
And do I help them? Yes in-deed.
Those Poor Un-for-tu-nate Souls,
So sad so true.
VERSE 2
They come flock-ing to my caul-dron
Cry-ing "Spells, Ur-su-la, please!"
And I help them? Yes, I do.
Now it's hap-pened once or twice,
Some-one could-n't pay the price,
And I'm a-fraid I had to rake 'em
Cross the coals.
But on the whole I've been a saint,
To those Poor Un-for-tu-nate Souls.
VERSE 3
The men up there don't like a lot of blab-ber.
They think a girl who gos-sips is a bore.
Yes, on land it's much pre-fered
for la-dies not to say a word.
And af-ter all dear what is i-dle prat-tle for?
Come on! They're not all that
im-pressed with con-ver-sa-tion.
True gen-tle-men a-void it when they can.
But they dote and swoon and fawn
On a la-dy who's with-drawn.
It's she who holds her tongue who gets her man.
Come on you poor un-for-tu-nate soul!
Go a-head! Make your choice.
I'm a ver-y bus-y wom-an
and I have-n't got all day.
It won't cost much, just your voice.
You poor un-for-tu-nate soul.
Its sad, but true.
If you want to cross a bridge, my sweet
you've got to pay the toll
Take a gulp and take a breath
and go a-head and sign the scroll
(Flot-sam Jet-sam, now I've got her boys,